The Feast of Fools, 1308 As January slipped into the grip of winter A leather leash tightened round the throat of fate
Amidst the flock, disease and dementia Night was blighted more than ever before With screams of lust and obscene adventure And scenes of raw debauch
The darkness was aroused with every kiss And all who fell under it's spell Were one foul step from the abyss
One foul step from the abyss
Sacred village there in All Hallows Fair Feared the templars and their Queen For Lilith compared to a royal nightmare When she steered their tempestuous
Fever-dreams
The beast was loose and beauty party To the horrors of this sonorous whore A seducer, Medusa A frozen Hecate cloned
Stealing seed, here needs were like a cancer Growing stronger with each whimpering dog knelt before her, thirteen necromancers Called from desert sands to this land of opportunity
The darkness was aroused with every kiss And all who fell under its spell Were one foul step from the abyss
One foul step from the abyss
love was drugged by a copious vendor A train of servants for here decadent games Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendour Vain Lilith spread her wings again
Stars, they gasped and comets in ovation Lit the towers, their very presence declared They watch with lust, despair and veneration For the Goddess scatted naked there
The painted eye of the storm
Plagues of sin, played to win All hearts and souls in thrall to her embraced, her fatal whims Desire meant to conquer all
Until that fateful day, 1308 With a force blessed by the Kings of Hate Facing winter gray to disintegrate Once noble halls
The villagers in a belligerent horde Fraught daughters fanning flames Rose like pillars for their militant Lord Thoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins
They assailed the fort beyond the woods as the howling broke on the stroke of midnight Many lost their sanity at what they fought
Amidst those walls, creed of dementia Annihilated by sheer weight of the surge Put to the sword, freed from their calenture The great estate was given straight to the church
Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead But that she drank the blood of many men That dark night it was said
Compositores: Robson Mark Edward Newby, Daniel Lloyd Davey, Paul James Allender, Martin Skaroupka (Marthus) ECAD: Obra #4602970